last year i was with my friend and she told me she preys for President Hinckley… in these prayers she prayed that God would comfort President Hinckley in his loneliness… i was really impressed with her awareness of him… i am doing good to pray for the people in my immediate life… but tonight when i found out he passed away… i thought about sis. V’s humble actions and also that i am happy for him… happy that he doesn’t have to experience that separation from his love anymore… happy that he has lived such a full life… what a man… what a man!i love being alive right now… all of the experiences it involves… growth... i love the good and the bad… every thing learned here and there… and i have no desire to leave for a long long time… and… i am happy for him that he has moved on… i don’t feel that way now, and i look forward to the time when i am at the end of this existence and i can walk away from life feeling complete… finished…
i also thought about a time when i was a punk kid at age 17. my laurel advisor really wanted my friend and i to go to a regional conference in houston. i hadn’t been totally active for a little while… we went and actually snuck into the front area… the roped off reserved section… the seating that is set aside for local important peoples… i lied to the usher to get in…
President Monson was speaking at this conference…. i don’t remember anything from what was said – but when everyone was up and leaving i looked at President Monson and he caught my gaze and just looked at me for a long time… he was looking into my soul…we kept looking at each other… i started crying… the kind of crying where snot and tears are everywhere… totally embarrassing… i think my sleeve was a snotty mess… and he kept looking at me with so much compassion…
i love him.
he totally has my support…
(assuming he is the next prophet)
i am excited to see him (or whoever) take on this responsibility… and to become better because of it…
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It was interesting how Pres. Hinckley was just up and about, giving talks and stuff, and now he's gone. He had brought up the possibility of dying so often of late, ever since Marjorie died, that I think he was pretty excited to get on with things. I'm not sure how to respond to his death. He is the only prophet I've known as an adult. He was so old, I'm not sure whether to be sad or happy for him.
Let me try that again. . .see my response at PhD in Motherhood . . .I love him too.
I love him too. He was such an ordinary, easy to relate to man, and yet he did so many amazing things, changed the world in fact...good lesson for me to learn. Making a difference, leaving some tracks...
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